I opened Facebook this morning to find a post from my friend Jerry telling me that his childhood home had been destroyed. Carted off like…
I like to arrange things as I goddamn please. Take my bookcase for example. I arrange the books the way I like. I put things…
I overslept this morning When I do that, I always have a sense that something is wrong. Although I have not been clinically depressed for…
This morning (4/24/2021) a shocking story in the NY Times moved me to create this special edition of Punks The Muse in spoken word. I…
A few months ago, I developed sciatica. A cortisone injection didn’t help. Nor did physical therapy. At one point I was almost incapable of dressing…
Like my mother and sister before me, I grew up burdened by a predilection for classic migraines. This was an embarrassment, because to be like…
On Easter Sunday, I drove to San Francisco.I wanted to have an adventure. I rook my time driving to the city, dawdling along the freeway…
The past few days, I have had mental arrhythmia. I mean that the rhythm of my thinking and my emotions has been out of whack….
As 2020 recedes into memory, I am struck again by the insight that this particular year is a watershed in the history of the world….
It is 5:55 P.M. and today I was supposed to publish a column for The Storming Bohemian Punks The Muse. And here I sit. Facing…